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Broken Paths Converge

A/N: This is now written in Louisa’s POV.

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A loud ringing vibrated through my ears, drowning out everything else. I pressed my hands against the sides of my head, wincing.

Then I looked up—

A gun was pointed at the senator.

Panic surged through me. I shot to my feet, stepping in front of him.

"Please! Don't shoot him! Don't shoot him!" I begged, my hands raised, my voice shaking.

The shooter's finger twitched dangerously close to the trigger.

Then, suddenly—

A black figure bolted across the room.

I barely had time to react before he threw himself in front of the bullet.

A bullet meant for me.

A sharp grunt of pain followed, but the man barely staggered before returning fire. Smoke filled the air. Behind me, the senator scrambled to his feet. I groaned as I pushed myself up, clutching my side.

Then—

A hard shove.

The senator shoved me—into the shooter.

I gasped as arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Don't come closer!" the man shouted. "I have a bomb!"

My heart stopped.

Across the room, the man who had taken the bullet for me froze, his hands slowly rising.

"It's a dead man's switch, Frank! Don't come closer!"

Frank.

I knew that name.

Our eyes met, but before I could speak, I was yanked backward. My hands instinctively gripped the man's arms for balance. My fingers brushed something—

Wires.

Three of them.

He really had a bomb.

"I have a bomb!" the man kept shouting, dragging me through the smoke-filled hall.

Frank followed, voice steady. "Come on, kid."

"I'll kill her! I don't give a shit! I'll kill her!" My captor's voice cracked with desperation.

Frank didn't flinch.

Then—bang!

The doors burst open.

Three guards stormed in, guns raised.

"Put your hands up! Drop the weapon!"

"Stand down! He's wired!" Frank barked, tucking his gun into his waistband.

The elevator dinged open, and I was yanked inside.

The man turned to me, his glossy eyes locking onto mine.

A whisper.

"I'll come for you."

Then the doors slid shut.

I swallowed hard. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Shut up. Shut up!" he snapped, his grip tightening.

A single tear slipped down my cheek.

I clenched his arms, desperate for this to be over.

Everything blurred as he dragged me through the hotel's kitchen. Finally, he let go, pacing in frantic circles, his hands in his hair. He muttered something under his breath—

"Wait like a soldier."

What the hell did that mean?

I hugged my arms around myself, my body trembling.

"What do we do now? Huh?" My voice wavered. "Because I'm kind of scared here."

He didn't answer.

Up close, I realized—he was young.

Younger than me.

Then—

The kitchen doors slammed open.

Frank.

I still didn't know how or why I knew him.

I barely had time to think before the kid yanked me back against his chest, holding me tighter.

"Go away, Castle!" he shouted.

Castle.

Oh my god.

Frank fucking Castle.

The Punisher.

Now, I didn't know who to be more afraid of—the kid holding me hostage with a bomb strapped to his chest... or the man in front of me who had killed more people than I could count.

Frank took a step closer. "Come on, kid. Your father ever tell you not to hurt a woman?"

The kid stiffened.

Frank's voice was different now—steady, measured.

"You told me to pull that white wire to save Curtis—"

Curtis?

I felt sick. Dizzy.

Curtis knew this guy?

Maybe it was another Curtis... God, I hoped it was another Curtis.

Then—

White wire.

I sucked in a breath, fingers shaking as they brushed over the three different wires wrapped around him.

One by one, I tested them.

Each time, he shook his head. No.

Until the last one.

A single nod.

"Now!"

I yanked the wire and threw myself forwards just as his finger slammed down on the detonator.

Click.

Nothing.

The bomb didn't go off.

His eyes widened in shock before he spun and bolted into the walk-in cooler, slamming the door shut behind him.

Frank cursed, banging his fist against the metal door.

"Get out of here! Go!" he yelled.

I turned—

Then boom.

The blast knocked me off my feet before I even knew what happened.

Strong arms wrapped around me, forcing me to the floor. Frank's body shielded mine as debris rained down.

Smoke filled the air. My head spun.

I groaned, trying to push myself up.

Something warm pressed against my temple.

Frank's hand.

"You okay?" His voice sounded far away.

I nodded, then hissed in pain as I moved.

Something was wrong.

I glanced down.

Blood.

A lot of blood.

It soaked through my white shirt, pooling beneath me. My hand fumbled at my abdomen.

My fingers brushed something sharp.

Glass.

It was still inside me.

The world tilted. My head fell back.

I've never been good with blood.

"Hey!"

A voice—urgent, commanding.l

"Stay with me!"

My vision blurred

A hand gripped my face.

"Stay with me, Louisa!"

Then—darkness.

A/N: these are so short ikk but they will get better i promise.

[imjustinsanee]

Broken Paths Converge

Frank castle x OC

A/N:This is my first real story/series so please be patient, i also am not english nor do i know how to 100% use tumblr. I also have not think ahead for this story so i Dont know if there will be any major warnings but i will make sure to let you know at the beginning of each chapter.

TW‼️: blood, bomb.

O n e

"Mom!"

Louisa's head snapped toward her daughter's voice down the hall. She continued to yell and complain about her brother—again.

A deep chuckle sounded to her left.

"Stop laughing," Louisa scolded her husband with a wide smile, but he just kept laughing.

"It's that iPad, I'm telling you!"

Tears threatened to spill as she realized—this was all her stupid idea.

Just like it had been her stupid idea that day. The day that got her family killed.

It was all her fault.

"Louisa?”

"Louisa."

"Louisa!"

Her head snapped up. She hadn't realized how tightly she was gripping the warm glass cup in her hands. Her vision blurred, but she quickly blinked the tears away, looking up at Curtis.

"It's not your fault," he said, probably for the hundredth time today.

Louisa only nodded.

Curtis cleared his throat. "I've noticed you've started packing."

His eyes scanned the room from where he sat, taking in the scattered boxes, neatly labeled and half-filled.

"Can't stay here anymore. Too many memories.”

Her voice cracked in the middle, and Curtis heard her swallow the lump in her throat. Silence settled between them.

"I'm getting a small apartment just a few blocks from here. You're always free to come over."

She sipped the last of her tea and placed the cup down.

Curtis smiled. "I'll make sure to bring you one of those 'Home Sweet Home' cards."

A laugh broke out between them—the first real laugh she'd had in a year.

Then, Curtis's phone rang. He excused himself, standing up and stepping away to answer it. Louisa watched as his face shifted from lighthearted to serious in seconds. He bit the skin around his fingers, nodding frantically before shoving the phone into his pocket.

He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna have to cut this short. I'm really sorry.”

Louisa waved a hand. "It's okay, it's okay. Just be safe, alright?"

He nodded, flashing her a small smile before heading out the door. "Goodbye!" he called.

She smiled to herself.

After Curtis left, Louisa continued packing. One item after another, boxing away the remnants of her family, fresh tears streaming down her face.

⸻

3:34 PM.

She checked her watch.

Her meeting with the senator was at four.

Louisa hated meeting fancy, powerful people. They made her sick. Dress fancy, her boss had said. Be extra polite, her boss had said.

To which she had replied with a snarky, "I'm a journalist, not a prostitute."

⸻

4:00 PM.

The hotel doors opened, washing her in warmth and the scent of tea. Nostalgia hit her—of home. Of when everyone was alive.

She moved toward the elevators, occasionally checking the small paper in her hand to confirm the time, date, and place.

A ding pulled her from her thoughts as the elevator doors slid open. Two guards stood outside, watching her. One gave her a small nod of approval.

"Miss Smith?”

She turned at the voice. A man stood there, flashing a confident smile as he slicked his hair back.

Hearing her maiden name instead of her late husband's made something twist in her chest.

"Please, call me Louisa."

She extended her hand. He took it, introducing himself as Billy Russo.

Billy Russo, she noted, looked like a super-spy straight out of an action movie.

He led her toward the senator's suite, holding the door open for her with a smirk.

"Ladies first."

She forced an awkward smile and stepped inside.

"Miss Smith!"

The senator beamed, pulling her toward a chair. She sat, and he did the same.

"Pleasure to finally meet you," he said, extending his hand.

She shook it. "Likewise."

"I'm just here to ask some questions. The usual," she said, pulling out her notepad and pen, resting them on her tights-covered lap.

They talked. She wrote. The interview went smoothly—until—

BOOM.

An explosion tore through the room.

A/N: i know this is short the first couple of chapters will be so i apologise, but i hope you enjoy…

[imjustinsanee]

Hey everyone!! I know its been well over a month since a posted and i apologise, I’ve started a series called ‘Broken Paths Converge’ and i will be posting the first chapter tonight.

I will try my best to figure out the whole link thing if you get what i mean. Thank you all for being patient, C u .

[imjustinsanee]

Ik this is not what i usually write but.. can someone help me out?

PLA I NEED ANSWERS SOMEONE HELP ME!! IM NEW TO THIS!!!

Basically around September i started to be mates with this guy, we talked a lot, played video games blah blah. Randomly we both slowly stopped talking with no reason, which then i found out the reason was his friend has been saying stuff abt me how they don’t like me and stuff ( they dont even know me! ). Around three weeks ago we started talking again, played video games, started to get really close then we started talking yk, even said ily to me (probably in a friend way) . Today someone told me he had been texting another girl so i asked him abt it bcs im all about truth and honesty, and he said yes at start of january but not when i talked to you but ik he was leaving something out. This went on for around 40 minutes of me trying to find the honest to god truth about everything, and me constantly telling him that im not trying to be annoying or controlling i just want honesty. Then i asked him so what do we do now, he said its your decision. Wtf? No its yours too. Anyways, he ends up saying i don’t think this will work. Because of his friends again btw, why tf is he always going with what his friends say like are they going to be there his entire life. No. now im bawling my eyes out bcs did i just get love bombed?

[imjustinsanee]

Is it just me who just CANT read Soap fanfics, especially Wattpad ones? I actually feel like if lost a family member or a friend, Like they all end in his death, obviously. You do have some good ones who just skips the whole pointless death part and we end up having a nice happy family on a farm in Scotland, getting married, always having fresh milk from cows, no one bothering, no deaths, children and then more children. Like it should be.

[imjustinsanee]

Imagine Frank Castle and Simon Riley being in the army together in some way but they literally hate each other’s guts. No, they never argued but they both hate the fact they’re so similar to each other. Like first, they’re both lieutenants so that would cause all of this mess. Second, they like working alone, so working with each other makes it all worse. Third, they both have a symbol of a skull. Fourth, snipers.. just snipers. Fifth, they probably have the same taste of alcohol.. imagine they go out like a team and they both order the same thing.. just stares. Pure stares through out the night, as the both think—is he copying me?— this ends when price probably notices this childishness and ends up swapping one of they’re drinks with his different one. Soap and gaz literally laughing their arses off. Imagine they both stare at the same woman in that pub-

(“IM NOT DONE” I yell as i pull against the straitjacket)

[imjustinsanee]

Imagine!SimonRileyxPregnantReader

You telling Simon that youre pregnant and he just stands there, literally shellshocked. Your heart drops to your stomach as all kinds of bad things come to mind. He wont leave me, right?

You just watch as he suddenly started to pace around the room muttering words you couldn’t make out, his mind wanders—will i be a good dad?—He is scared shitless. He’s basically sweating at this point, his knees threatening to give out.

He stops when he feels your soft, caring hand place itself on his shoulder blade. His breathing steady as he turns to look at you, teary eyes matching yours. Suddenly he’d pull you into his chest really tight, one hand around you and the other softly planting itself on your stomach.

“Im gonna be a dad.”

[canyonmooncreations]

Breaking up with Simon, but he doesn’t beg you to stay.

“Simon, just say something.”

Nothing. Dead silence.

“Just tell me you want me to stay.”

Nothing. Dead silence. He doesn’t even meet your eyes. He knows he can’t beg you to stay when he’ll never be the kind of man you deserve.

He can’t ask you to love him when he knows it’ll only hurt you. So he lets you walk out.

An imagine that will haunt him forever.

[imjustinsanee]

Crying myself to sleep

[imjustinsanee]

Anyone else here think that Yelena Belova from the MCU and Simon Riley would make a great enemies to lovers??!!?? Like hello! They would definitely fix each other’s problems.

[imjustinsanee]

Imagine!BoyfriendSimonRiley

It was just after midnight when your phone buzzed on the nightstand, annoyed and tired you swung your hand over and reached for it. This call better be good… Your heart skipping a beat as you red the name that was glowing on the screen,

Simon is calling…

“Hey,” you say softly, slowly sifting up in your bed.

“Hi, luv.” His voice hummed, a little rough, like he had a cold, but so familiar it warmed up your chest. “Did i wake you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you reply quickly, hoping he would stay on the phone with you all night. You gripped onto the phone for dear life, like it was its fault they were apart. “Im just glad to hear from you.”

He chuckled softly, but you could hear the exhaustion behind it “i don’t have long, but i wanted to hear your voice.”

Swallowing the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, “Are you okay? Eating enough? Sleeping?”

“Im alright, mum.” He teased, causing a warm chuckle to escape your chest. “Thinking about you a lot tonight.”

Your heart ached at his words, you wish you could just teleport to wear he was and take him far far away from all this gun fighting and war. As to your response, you wanted to say something comforting, something meaning full. All that came out was “I think about you every night.”

A pause, then, “i miss you. Ill be home soon, i promise.”

Tears weld up in your eyes as the lump in his throat begin to choke him, “ill be here waiting.”

“Always?”

“Always.” You repeated.

When the call ended, you stared at your home screen. A picture of you both that a friend took. He misses you more than words could say and moments like this—hearing his voice—makes all of this worth it.

[imjustinsanee]

You gifting Simon with a custom dog tag that he wears tucked in his uniform every day. The dog tags having something engraved on it like, the day you met, the day you got engaged, married, even coordinates of somewhere special, meaningful for the both of you. Wearing this makes him feel at ease, knowing hes keeping you close even if you’re far apart.

[imjustinsanee]

Imagine!BoyfriendSimonRiley

Waking up in the middle of the night, basically being man handled by who knows. You lived alone despite your boyfriend, Simon, but he was away.. right?.

“Its just me, luv’.” He says as he noticed how you tried to get out of his grip, softening as you heard his voice. His voice. “Si, you’re home.” You say, rubbing your eyes wanting to see him asap, and leaning into his chest. “For you, always.” He inhales your scent and held you close, silently wishing that he didn’t have to go back to base tomorrow.

Oh. My. Gosh. Just imagine though the way he’s probably so excited to see his love after a long day of bossing bunch of annoying,chatty, non listening men.

[imjustinsanee]

Imagine boyfriend!SimonRiley, leaving small notes around the house for you to find when he’s on base. In your purse, a book you’re reading, your jewellery box, random drawers and even in the refrigerator. When you think you’ve found them all you just keep finding more, and the best part is when he comes home and you ask him “whats with all these love notes?” He simply replies with “i have no idea what you’re talking about, luv.” And a small smile on his face.

[sparkleshakes]

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

[imjustinsanee]

SIMON RILEY

Boyfriend!SimonRiley

Imagine: Your boyfriend, newly retired before meeting you tends to forget that he is retired.

THIS IS MY FIRST POST!!

This was not how i imagined waking up on a Saturday morning, a 4am alarm blaring throughout the dimmed room. Groggy, i watched as Simon quickly silenced it and slipped out of bed. His movement hurried as he left the room, the faint click of the door closing echoed throughout the quiet house.

I lay there for a moment, wondering, what could he possibly be doing at four in the morning.

Concerned, i slip out of bed, slowly following his steps out our shared bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs. Noticing the small dimmed light in the kitchen, i walked in. My arms wrap around myself as the cold air hits my bare legs and arms, “simon?” My voice cutting through the quiet hum of the refrigerator. “What are you doing up, luv’.” He glances up from the kitchen island. One thing i noticed was, he was wearing his uniform, why was he wearing his uniform?

“Where are you going?” I asked as i leaned against him for heat, “base? Its a saturday?” He says, eyes looking quite confused, as thats what all i could see. I sigh, slowly lifting my hands up to meet his masked cheeks and slipping the fabric off. “You’re retired, Simon. Remember?” For a moment, he just stared at me, the realisation slowly dawning in his eyes “oh,” he murmured, his voice held sadness. “Im sorry for wakin’ you, luv’.” He says rubbing his rough gun-held thumbs over my knuckles.

“Its okay.” I said softly, “how about we go back to bed?” He lets out a sheepishly chuckle, leaving the thin skull fabric on the kitchen island as i gently guide him back to the bedroom. Together, we both walked to the bedroom, the house still cloaked in the quiet of dawn.

Pulling the covers back i watched as he took his worn out gear off, leaving him in just his boxers. As we both climbed into bed, his arm strongly wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his front. “We’ll sort everything out in the morning.” I murmured reassuringly, the hum os his voice soft but strong in my ear “thanks, luv’.” Moments later, the steady rhythm of his breathing filled the room, followed by mine.

( Helloooo!! I know this is short and probably bad but this is my first post ever!!!! Omggg!! If you have any tips for me plz let me know. All i really want to write about is how simon behaves and acts in my point of view, i hope you’ll be here for my journey.)